May stomped to her room, slamming the door. Her father pounded on it with both fists.
"May! May, open up! RIGHT NOW!" Casey Jones shouted. May rolled her eyes to herself.
Her father, Casey Jones, was a police officer, and loved hockey. The problem was, May had gotten in trouble with the law several times before this.
Her mother, April, the reporter, eventually came to calm Casey down. May could hear their conversation through the door.
"What am I supposed to do with her, April? She has three restraining orders and a hearing next Tuesday!" Casey grumbled.
"I know, but do you think there might be a reason she acts like this?" April replied. May sighed. She couldn't listen to another lecture about how her mind works. She knew how her mind worked. If she wanted it, she stole it. If she couldn't steal it, she broke it. If anybody got in her way, she fought them, and usually won.
I don't have to stand for this! May thought, sliding open her window as quietly as possible and sneaking out onto the fire escape.
However, instead of climbing down to the sidewalk, May climbed up to the rooftop. She loved being up high, disappearing into the shadows, sneaking around and getting her way. Nothing could stop her, and nobody could defy her. Not when they were afraid of getting hurt, or killed.
The hearing May was supposed to go to had to do with "attempted murder". She had beat up an old man awhile back when he didn't give her the money in his cash register. Apparently, she had used "unnecessary violence", snapping his wrist and knocking him unconscious.
"Like they think I'm going to show up." May scoffed, jumping to the next roof, and the next one, and the next. She smiled to herself. This was so easy. Why didn't people do this more often?
May stopped just on the edge of a really tall building, overlooking the whole city. It was rather pretty at night, excepting the gang wars, mugging and so forth.
Gunshots suddenly sounded just below her.
"Speak of the devil!" May smiled, climbing down a fire escape to the alley. Sticking to the shadows, she watched as a group of ninjas shot down some gangsters. The lead ninja took a case out of one dead guy's coat. Opening it, he revealed tons of money to his friends. May's eyes sparkled.
That amount of money could buy me a lot of stuff... May thought. Then, common sense struck her.
I steal anything I want, so I don't need money. Besides, you really want to tangle with these goons? May gulped. She slowly snuck away... Or, she tried to.
Walking backwards, May knocked over a trash can. The ninjas snapped to attention, and in hardly a second, May was surrounded by them. She gulped again.
The ninjas had guns, swords, ninja stars, the works. May had a small whittling knife that she took everywhere with her. Though it was always kept sharp, it was no match for these goons.
May took out her knife. It wasn't a weapon of mass destruction by any means, but it was all she had.
"Okay, you thugs. I know 29 ways to dislocate your shoulder. You do not want to mess with me!" May growled, as tough as she could. The ninjas moved closer, swords drawn and poised to strike.
"Uh... Maybe you do." May gulped.
She did the first thing that came to mind. She screamed.
The ninjas seemed undeterred. The lead ninja with the case held a scythe as tall as May was. He grabbed her wrist.
"You will not leave here alive, witness." The ninja pulled out a knife, and pressed it against her throat. May tried to fight back, but these guys were well-trained.
"HELP! Somebody, help me, please!" May screamed. Something was stuffed into her mouth. Tears streamed down her face. For the first time in her life, May was afraid.
May's vision blurred. She could hardly think straight as the ninjas overpowered her.